2 comments/ 15919 views/ 5 favorites On A Sunny Day By: itastorywriter It was raining cats and dogs and Martina had forgotten her umbrella home. Again. After all, the morning promised a wonderful warm and sunny spring day with just a few sparse clouds in the sky, and as such she didn't even think about putting it in her bag. Now there she was after a full working day, out of her office under a small roof, watching the bus stop afar - could have been two hundred meters away - wondering if she'd find a way to reach it before her evening bus arrived to take her home, an hour away. Still twenty minutes. Ten. Five, and the rain was not calming down at all. She knew she'd come home drenched, but couldn't do anything about it. That was the last bus of the day and she could afford neither a taxi nor a hotel for the night. Actually, Martina didn't want to either: she loved her home, her cozy room, her family. She started running to the bus stop, and eventually there arrived. The bus shelter was so small that had room for not more than 5 people and was already completely full. Still no bus at sight, she looked around panicking in search for help and then, she felt no rain falling over her short, wet, blonde hair, and a nice, warm sensation through her entire body. A big, dark umbrella was above her and a long summer coat on her shoulders. "You know, you may ask for help in this kind of situation: there's nothing wrong in forgetting an umbrella, but you risk to catch a bad cold drenched like this." She saw an arm coming from around the coat holding the umbrella and turned her head a little following it. Behind her there was a man just slightly taller than her, sympathetically smiling. She was still panting and it took some moments for her to speak. "Sor... sorry... I couldn't... the bus is coming and... Thank you." She gave a hint of a bow, and smiled him back. "Also... about the coat: won't you get a cold instead of me like this?" He seemed to think for a moment. "You need it more than me and beside, that is how a real man should behave, isn't it?" They laughed. The bus was soon there and they got in. It was the last one of the day, and not more than ten people were taking their seats. She sat in the center of the bus, on those larger seats near the back door, and tightened in the coat. The man had a nice smell, she didn't mind it, and she was really feeling cold and wet. "So, my savior, you are probably the last 'man who behave' in this godforsaken city. May I ask if my knight has a name?" She giggled. "Of course you may! Tomas; at your service madame Martina!" He noticed the astonishment in her eyes and lifted his left eyebrow wondering what he said wrong, quickly realized it and added: "Ah, sorry! Yea, I know your name, I heard you speaking with friends on the bus some time ago and... I just remember it; we take this bus together almost every day since last autumn." Well, she didn't really know it. In fact, she had never noticed this man and she would have probably never noticed him in a different situation. She watched him for a moment: a completely normal guy; just a little taller than usual, eyes that could have been brown like his hair; but the dark in the bus wasn't helping. His figure was good too. He probably was not the guy you find every day at the gym, but that could be a good thing. Maybe she saw him a couple of times but really, she couldn't even remember hearing his voice before. "Since last autumn? And we didn't even introduce each other properly before? I must have been really sleepy not to notice a handsome knight as you!" She played around. They talked like that for some minutes. Then the conversation came to an end as they approached their city. She started to get rid of his coat but, when she looked inside it, she noticed her summer dress was completely soaked and you could see her lingerie through it. She felt embarrassed: he probably saw it all. But it didn't matter now, what she didn't want to do though, was walking home like that: almost naked. "Tomas, may I ask you... please... to lend me your coat until tomorrow? I know it's cold outside and I'm so sorry to ask you this but... you must have noticed, my dress is drenched and I don't want to walk home like this. Pleeeeese!" She added with pleading eyes. "What kind of knight would I be? Of course you may take it, you can give it to me tomorrow, I don't mind." She felt relieved, then thought about something and asked him "Or would you give me your address? I'll wash the coat for you and take it to your home if you don't mind, I'd like to do at least something to repay you for your kindness." "Please, don't do it!" He burst out in a laugh. "I mean, wash it... it's ok; but if a pretty girl like you comes to my home and someone sees it, I seriously risk to be killed by my girlfriend." There was a moment of happiness in her eyes at the "pretty" word, soon followed by a glimpse of sadness at the "girlfriend" one. Another good man already taken: the story of her life. "And of course... find it, and keep it! Competition is hard these days!" She thought. Anyway, Martina was really grateful to him, and when she got off the bus she smiled and waved at him as the bus left. Luckily, it was not raining anymore and she could walk home in that warm, cozy coat. *** The day after the sun was high in the sky and it seemed it would have been all day. She felt a little annoyed by it, and couldn't tell why. She didn't forget her umbrella, tough. When she got on the bus she sat in the first available seat and didn't even look for him. But once travelling, her thought drifted to the night before and she turned her head to find Tomas. She did, and slightly waved in his direction but he didn't notice her and she quickly stopped as she began feeling a little embarrassed. As they got off the bus, she quickly run to her office without even turning back. The day was nice and tiring as always. Her job as an accountant was sometimes draining her energies out: meeting after meeting and customer after customer. As such, she often slept on the bus on her way home. That night she was feeling more tired than usual. Also, the tension from the day before had summed up, and her muscles were feeling like after a marathon. She got at the bus stop just in time, while it was already approaching the bus stop. Once on the bus, her usual spot was busy so she continued to the back. And there, smiling at her and with a free seat on his side, was Tomas. Martina greeted him, hoping he didn't see her in the morning. He didn't say anything though so she quickly relaxed by his side. She dozed off once the bus got on the highway: the dark outside, mixed with their conversation getting sparse, were enough to get her soundly asleep in a couple of minutes. She woke up on the sound of the bus decelerating; she was used to it and knew when it was approaching her city. She felt his scent before opening her eyes, and realized she was sleeping with her head resting on his shoulder. The thought just crossed her mind: it was indeed really comfortable. As for him, he was totally motionless. He wanted Martina to sleep well and tried to stay in a position she'd find good for her head to rest. She sat there without moving for a while, even if she was already awake, because she was really feeling awkward this time. Sleeping on the shoulder of a man she didn't even knew until two days before: what was she thinking? Her eyes adapted to the low light. She could now see his legs, a pair of jeans covering them, and his hands: Martina had always loved hands, especially like those: large strong palm, long fingers, clean, cured but still very manly. He was tapping his fingers in synch with the music in his iPod. She couldn't figure out what song it was, but seemed something good at least. Soon, the song finished and so his fingers stopped. She was enjoying it and still taking big breaths of his scent, wondering what kind of good perfume he used. Her bus stop was near so she lifted her head and quickly said: "You were really a sweet knight tonight, Tomas. See you." The door opened and she got off before he could say anything. Walking home, she wondered: she was not like that; she'd never been so natural with a man: how was she going to ever meet him again without getting embarrassed? *** She came home, greeted her family and had a nice chatting dinner, then went upstairs and undressed. She took off her dress, then her bra - as she liked to sleep naked since she was a teenager - and her panties. And doing so, she felt it on her fingers: her wetness. Her panties were soaked. She slid a hand between her legs and found her pussy dripping on her fingers. She couldn't remember to ever be so wet and, unluckily, she knew why. Martin was not used to masturbation, she probably did it not more than ten times in her life, but that night in her bed she touched herself. She was just feeling so good, so horny, and as she thought about Tomas she couldn't stop her juices pouring out of her sex, her hands rubbing her sensitive spots until her climax. After that, she fell asleep smiling. The morning after, Martina was feeling really happy and she decided she'd talked to him and stopped feeling so embarrassed. At least she'd tried. She took his coat, already washed and dried, and went to the bus station. On the bus, she went straight to sit near him on the back. She smiled and gave him the bag. "Hi Tomas. I washed your coat, thank you again, you saved me." He was a little surprised by her behaviour... just the morning before she'd totally ignored him and now she seemed so happy to see him. "Good morning lady, thank you, it was nice to help such a beauty for once." He happily answered turning his large morning smile towards her. From that day, they began sitting side by side almost every run. It was nice to talk to him. Tomas was a good man, just sometimes a little too reserved: he didn't like to share much of his life, especially when it came to his love life. That was good with her anyway; she would have not liked to hear about his happy time with his girlfriend: she wanted to possess Tomas at least for those two hours, every day. She wanted to feel him hers. On the morning run, they usually talked about any kind of stuff, getting to know each other better, their hobbies, their passions, likes and dislikes. She soon realized she was waiting eagerly to spend that little time with him. In the evening, she often slept on the bus, even if she was sitting near him. She simply was like that, when tired. Martina woke up sleeping on his shoulder more than once, and got used to it. She was not feeling embarrassed anymore and she so loved his smell, she felt so at ease around him. And sometimes, thinking of his lucky girlfriend waiting for him in the evening, her eyes got wet with sadness and jealousy. "This is the song you were listening the first time I fell asleep on you." More than a question, it was a statement. And she felt a little unease soon after having said it. As if she had crossed some kind of imaginary line. "What?" She was relaxing on his shoulder, after a little nap, and was captivated by his hands once again. He was listening to his iPod and tapping his long fingers on his left knee with the same rhythm she had seen that very first time. "I mean, I saw you tapping your fingers exactly like that another time. What are you listening to?" "You must have a nice sense of rhythm, Martina. Indeed I find this song really fascinating, and listen to it often. It's 'Creedence Clearwater Revival, Have you ever seen the rain'. Do you know it? It's an old classic from the early seventies." Quickly, she stole one of his ear buds. He lifted his eyebrows questioning her. "It seems a must, isn't it? You should be willing to lend me at least an ear bud, knight Tomas!" Giggling, she went back laying on his shoulder, as she listened to the nice song, this time watching his finger tapping in a whole new perspective. The rain: her thoughts drifted to the first night, the night when she had met him. He had been so sweet, lending him his warm coat, and the best of the reassuring smiles. Soon she felt uncomfortable with the position of her head: she tried to find a better position but couldn't. His shoulder was indeed high, and tonight strangely higher than usual. She felt bad as a thought crossed her mind: "Maybe, he was the uncomfortable one all this time? Leaving his shoulder lower than normal to help me resting my head over it?" She smiled, as she took his arm and put it around her shoulders and waist. "This way it's better for the both of us, isn't it?" He nodded, while she adjusted her head on his chest. The first time she felt the chest of a man that well. Indeed, she was not that experienced with guys. She was a pretty girl, thin and tall, with a nice breast - although she'd liked something a little bigger - and definitely the social type. She used to go clubbing when she was younger, and she flirted with a lot of boys. Still, the ones with whom she had sexual approaches could easily be counted on her fingers, and there hadn't been almost no romance. Not to tell the ones she'd had an actual intercourse. She was still twenty-five now, and she had lost both the desire and the need to do it. Martina matured a little earlier than the others, and soon lost track of all her high school friends. She had her family, her sister, her brothers and her weekly brunch with two colleagues from work, but her social life had indeed changed with her. This was her, until she met Tomas. It was already two months and the summer had begun: sunny days and his smile had made her happier than usual, so happy that her family noticed it too, teasing her of "being in love", always speaking of her new friend Tomas. She was feeling alive, and feeling the need of "doing" things. She started going out on Saturday night with her sister, having a drink and chatting about guys and women stuff... she realized she had missed it so much, and that probably her job was not the right one for her. She felt a little tied down by it, and now she knew she'd eventually changed it. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice his hand resting on her higher hip until he started tapping his fingertips following the music that she was, too, listening to. Martina kept her eyes closed and focused on the touch. He was following the piano accompaniment of the song tapping on her skin covered only by the thin fabric of her dress, causing little shivers of pleasure to run across her entire body. She was really enjoying it; even too much probably, as she felt her nipples getting hard and a nice known warm feeling between her legs. Protected by the darkness in the bus, she was starting to feel really horny. His smell and his touch; his long fingers on her body; she opened her eyes to check if anyone was watching her, but the majority of the people in the bus was sleeping. Tomas had his eyes closed too, so she felt enough secure to move a hand between her legs. She just moved it there, outside her dress, and she tightened her legs enough to feel her palm pressing on her clit. It was awesome. She was only using her leg thighs' muscles and that was enough to drive her on the verge of an orgasm, an orgasm that was soon abruptly stopped. Tomas moved, and she tensed scared of being caught in that selfish act. But then he did something that left her bewildered: he moved his hand over the other shoulder. She was now so low on his chest that was easy for him to touch her neck, and instead of tapping his long fingers began caressing her bare sensitive skin. It was not more than ten minutes, but she thought to be in heaven. She moved her head to ease his caresses, and enjoyed the feeling of his fingertips on her smooth skin, the warmth of his palm against her neck, then on her cheek. Occasionally, sliding from a cheek to the other, he'd lightly touch her lips with his palm. She couldn't care anymore about his girlfriend; she just wanted to feel his, at least there, during their time. She began kissing that hand with her thin lips, every time they slid on them, with tenderness and adoration. The bus station was getting closer and she knew she had to get off. She sit properly, turned her head to see his dark eyes, and lovely smiled to him before whispering in his ear in a sexy low voice. "I really think you should change your usual seat starting from tomorrow night. Either in the front or in the back, the choice is yours, Tomas" He smiled back to her, more with his eyes than with his lips. Then she was home again, on her bed dreaming of him: a girl already completely different from just two months before; a blooming woman. *** That night, Martina dreamed of him. She woke up with an intense desire but decided not to help herself. She wanted to keep that desire for him, to watch him with her loving eyes still filled with passion. In the morning, she run to the bus stop anxious to know his answer, but it didn't work out as she dreamed. He was still there, in those seats near the back door, still in the middle of the bus. No answer. She sat near him and said a low voice "Hi", but they didn't speak much for all the run. She felt uneasy all day. In her office, working, thinking that she should have asked Tomas, or even just talked to him normally. She feared to lose him. At night, she arrived at the bus stop earlier the usual. He was there, but she didn't approach him. She was feeling a fire inside her stomach, a mix of anger and delusion. That, until the bus came, stopped, opened his doors and they got in. He was just behind her: she could feel his body pushed against hers by the other people, and then she felt his breath closer to her ear, and a low whisper: "Go back." *** Martina went to the farthest seats in the back, those five seats that were usually always empty, then waited for him to come and sit in the one on the far right. She sat near him, and as soon as the bus moved and the lights went off, she lifted his arm and lean her head on his chest. She slid her right arm between the seat and his back, and the left one on his stomach, her hand laying on him. She was embracing him, she was not feeling a slut nor too bold. He gave her his answer and for now she felt it was the right thing to do. They shared music again, and then at some point Tomas began caressing her head. She was not going to sleep that night, because the excitement was definitely too much. Her body was feeling completely hot and active; she would have probably not slept either during the night. His hand was so sweet: she turned her head to kiss it again, that hand that was caressing her cheek now so tenderly. She kept kissing it: his wrist, his palm, his back; he liked it, and kept his hand there for her to love. She kissed his fingers, then slid her lips to the tip of his index finger, and kissed it, licked it, and gently began to suck it. It was a sexual act, she perfectly knew it, and with her eyes closed, she was enjoying it so much she was glad to feel his other hand posing on her stomach, caressing it and then moving up to find her breast, slid inside the v-neck and teasing her already hard nipples. She was loving it so much. Licking and sucking his manly hands and be touched by them at the same time, it was better than in her dreams. She was wet, really wet, so wet she could feel her soaked panties sticking to her lips every time she tightened her legs in pleasure. She felt his hand sliding out of her dress, then down, on her stomach, her belly, and her mound. As his hand touched her thighs, slid to her knee and began rubbing her leg under the skirt, she opened her eyes and quickly watched the surroundings to see if anyone was aware of them, but the darkness and the other seats were a good shelter for them. On A Sunny Day "Tomas... I... be careful... " The once insecure girl closed her eyes again and relaxed slightly opening her legs to welcome his hand. She kept on sucking his fingers, losing little by little her focus though, when she felt his fingers finally touching her panties. "Mmmm... Martina... this is wonderful, this is a great gift for me... feeling you so wet because of me... " He caressed her sex, rubbed it through the thin fabric of her cotton panties, sometimes pushing his fingers a little more on her clit and massaging her lips. She was already moving her hips to accommodate him when he slid his hand inside her panties and touched her wet skin. "I should have shaved again yesterday." Just a brief thought, lost in the pleasure she was getting from his fingers. When he began caressing her nude lips, she felt a little embarrassed - she knew he was aware of her short hair now - but when his fingers finally slid into her, she simply lost track of her thoughts. She gave him full access to her sex and she was well repaid. He cuddled her clit until she was aching for more, rubbing it in small circles, squeezing her lips over it, then went inside her to rub the back of her clit with a finger, looking for her g-spot eagerly. When he found that little rough spot, he kept massaging it, felt it growing on his touch, until her orgasm exploded and her juices poured out on his cupped hand. It was really hard for her to restrain her moans, and a scream when she has her long awaited orgasm, because she never felt so good with her own fingers and no other man had ever touched her as he had just did. She leaned her head on his chest and moaned in his shirt to soften the noise. When she finally relaxed she opened her eyes and saw a little wet circle on his t-shirt, exactly in the spot where she had bit his chest with passion. The run was coming to his end, the bus was already in the city and the street lamp light coming through the window would have soon unveiled their embrace. She sat properly and regained her composure then watched down and saw the bulge in his pants, reached for it and caressed it while leaning against his ear and whispering her goodbye words. "I'm really sorry to leave you like this but, please... just wait for me, tomorrow." Then, as usual, she got off the bus and walked home without turning back. *** The day after, she wore trousers. Strangely, since it was still early august and she used to wear dresses and skirts all summer, but she had decided to dedicate herself to him that night and she didn't want him to get distracted. Indeed, he'd done the same for her the night before and she had come home completely satisfied. The morning run was a joy as always. After the initial embarrassment, they got along well as they used to do, small talking about every kind of things, sometimes getting into slightly serious talks. They talked about babies: she wanted two, exactly as he'd always want to, they talked about their future plans... hers to change job, his still unknown. It felt like having a part-time boyfriend, without actually having one. She was lively all day, anticipating the evening run with her Tomas, and when the bus finally arrived and they sat in their favourite, hidden spot, she was already feeling the excitement. As soon as the darkness protected them, he raised his arm and she accommodated her head on his chest. Martina had hoped he'd try something, that he'd made some move to get to her, but he did the same as usual and she felt a little sad. Moreover, he was not moving; he was not caressing her as he was used to do. He didn't even turn on his music and she could feel there was a little tension between them. She was starting to get angry: she dreamed all day of being with him and now he was like that. Then, she felt his nipple poking against her cheek. "Shock cure." She turned her head slightly, opened her lips a little as to kiss his chest, and then bit it. Not too hard, but she wanted some kind of reaction from him and didn't know what to do. He gasped in a little pain, and whispered yelling in her ear. "Hey! What are you doing?" She turned her head and watched him in the eyes. He soon realized hers were clearly sad, almost wet, so lowered his voice and continued. "Sorry Martina, you're sweet... I'm feeling really well with you, but tonight I have just too many thoughts... " He circled her shoulder again and brought her head to his chest again. His hand stayed on her head and began tenderly caressing her hair. "You're a wonderful girl, I really like you. You are funny, always happy, you like to talk and everything you say seems right to me. You're good, and pretty, and really sexy when you want to; even when you try to bite my nipples off." His strong hand on her head, his smell, his tenderness... she just couldn't be angry with him. "You didn't seem to have so many thoughts yesterday evening, though. And what's with that 'sexy when you want to'?" She teased him, tickling his stomach with her hand whilst. It was the first real compliment he'd ever told her, she was aware of that, but she didn't want to spoil the mood again getting emotionally. She didn't want that kind of atmosphere: she wanted her happy Tomas, and she wanted her sexy Tomas too. He laughed, and couldn't say a word until she slid her hand down his stomach, a little over his crotch, and asked. "Is it ok? Did you manage to restrain yourself?" Martina laughed a little, again; she liked to joke with him. She'd probably never told such jokes with anyone, and actually she'd never done it with any men before. "Kind of... " He felt her hand sliding lower. She was caressing his thighs, sliding up slowly to get where she wanted to. "Kind of? How come? You either did it or you didn't." She feigned anger, but she was clearly joking with him. "Let's just say I did something, but I was able to restrain myself... is it enough?" Her thin fingers reached his crotch, she caressed it slightly. She was feeling his erection growing under her touch. "If it was enough, I'll tell you later. For now... let's say I'm happy you thought about me." She tickled his shaft: she could feel it more and more clearly, as he was getting turned on for her. "And how could I have not... after what happened?" She could feel he was going back to serious mode, and really didn't want to. "Ohhh... shut up, Tomas!" She cupped his erection in her hand, pressed on it; from the base, tenderly on his balls, to the top where his tip was pulsing with joy. She lifted his t-shirt over his chest, and bit his nipple again. This time in a playful way: she tenderly bit it; she licked it and kissed it. He whispered a moan in her ear, and then pressed her head against his nipple. He wanted her to suck it harder. She took his nipple in her mouth and eagerly loved it. It was hard and small, it was so strange to suck a man's nipple, she never did it and though he could have not liked it. But the hard shaft she was feeling under her palm was telling her the opposite: he was really liking it, and getting harder every second more. She slid her hand up, caressed his stomach, then down. Unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them. "Hey Martina... wait... " He got scared too. It was different having his cock out in the air, than his touching her the night before under the skirt. "Shhhtttt... Keep quiet and keep an eye on the others, I'm sure no one can see us with this darkness." She got back on his nipple as soon as she finished speaking. The bulge on his boxers was now clearly visible: she touched it, caressed it, got a grip on his hardness and placed her thumb on his tip. She didn't move her hand, only slightly rubbed its tip with her finger. She could feel his wet boxers on her fingertip: so hot, and she could already smell his manly scent. Martina pulled down his boxers, unleashing his cock. She kept her eyes closed, stroked it for a while moving her hand really slowly. Then she stopped her hand again at the top, and begun circling his tip with her fingers: cuddling it, caressing it. She could feel his pre-cum flowing out and wetting her fingers. She never liked to give head: tried a couple of blow jobs to one of her former boyfriend, after some months they were together, but could never get into it. He used to touch her too, but she didn't like it so much. She had learned soon that if she'd satisfied him, he'd then be calm and behave. So she just used to stroke him. Sometimes, anyway, he forced her head on his cock, pushing her stronger against it, and she just had to suck it. She didn't like the taste nor the smell: she was feeling humiliated at the time. But now, she was thinking it could have been as her best friend once had said, a long time before, in high school: "You are going to like it more than you know, as soon as you find the right boy." Really, she was feeling attracted by his cock. She wanted to lick it, to taste it, and his smell was captivating. She really liked everything of him. And so she kissed his chest. Then down, his stomach, his belly. She slightly laughed when she slid her tongue inside it, then out and down again. The tip of his cock was close, and she finally opened her eyes to watch it: it was long, she never saw anything like that, but then again she'd not so much experience in that topic, and the smell was strong and exciting. She wanted it so much, but didn't want to seem a slut to him, so she was taking it easy, going slower. A bit too slower, probably, because she soon felt his hand, his warm palm, on her head. He pressed her down in such a gentle way it was like being asked "Make love to me". And so she didn't oppose any resistance: she opened her lips, lowered her mouth and took his tip inside her. She loved his salty taste as soon as she felt it, begun to circle her tongue around its tip to gather all the juice she could. With her hand, she was stroking his shaft whilst, and the skin going up and down on his tip, inside her mouth, teasing her lips, was really turning her on. She was dripping, she could feel her panties already wet and for a moment she wondered if she was going to wet her trousers too. Never mind, it was night and no one would have noticed it. Martina tried to take more of it inside her mouth, pushing her head lower, and it slid farther inside her. She was really not used to it though, and she choked a little, and then took it out to breath: it was shining with her saliva. She noticed he was completely shaved, maybe that was why she was loving the taste and smell so much? And not having to cope with his hair, it was actually nice. She fought back the thought of him shaving for his girlfriend pleasure - she didn't need it right now - then went back down to him. "Martina, it's too much, please... I can't take it anymore... " She heard his whisper as he lowered to speak in her ear. She slid out his tip again, this time sucking it harder as she did it. "You don't have to worry: I want you to cum; you do it whenever you want." She never had a man cumming in her mouth, but she'd caught some chat between her friends, when she was a teenager: she knew at least what to expect. She wanted him completely satisfied, and she wanted to taste him to the most... that way, she'd been satisfied too. Not to say, she didn't want him to walk home dirty, and there was not much space for alternatives there, on the bus. She began sucking it again: her hand alternated massaging his nuts and stroking his shaft, as her mouth slid on his tip. Up and down, up and down. He was dripping so much pre-cum, she liked so much that taste she would have never stopped. His hand was again on her head, pushing a little, his hips arching upward to ease her sucking. It was so exciting; she was so turned on, so wet; and when she finally felt a first spurt of cum on her palm, pushing to gush out, she enwrapped his tip between her lips and closed her throat, gave little small licks to his tip waiting for his gift. She could hear his whispering moans, his orgasm exploding. Spurt after spurt he filled her mouth with his cum: it was so much she couldn't take it all. Some poured out of her lips, on his shaft, as he pushed his cock farther in her mouth while he emptied his load. When he finally relaxed, she swallowed his cum and let go of it. "You indeed restrained yesterday night, Tomas!" She lightly laughed. Her hand was still stroking his cock tenderly. "And you taste really good, too." Martina went down to lick the rivulet of sperm that was already wetting his nuts, she cleaned it with care and then gave it a kiss on the tip. She pulled up his boxers, zipped his pants and went back to relax on his now covered chest. "I think I'm in love, Tomas." *** She knew she should have not said it, but she couldn't do anything about it. She had just burst out her feelings; but now she was lying in her bed, with a mixture of happiness and sadness in her heart, and too many thoughts in her head. He hadn't answered. He hadn't said anything and she knew why: he was in no position to answer her love. She had known it from before so, that was not something to feel sad about. She could have thought about it way earlier, but she had decided not to. "Well, following your heart often leads to being hurt. You should know that, Martina." She thought while wiping her tears away. Martina went to sit by his side the morning after as always and they chatted for long without really saying anything. It was a strange day, but she knew that, if any, he'd brought up the topic in the evening darkness. And so he did. As soon as the darkness of their night run protected them, he lifted his arm and invited her on his chest. She didn't really feel to do it, but she accepted the invitation. She relaxed there for some minutes, even if she could sense that something was coming, but she wanted him to take his time to find the right words. When he finally spoke though, she was on the verge of falling asleep. "I'm happy, Martina, I'm really happy you opened your heart to me... " He paused a little, he was whispering in her ear with such a tender voice giving shivers down her spine. "... but there's something I need to tell you: my girlfriend decided to accept a job abroad. It'll give a boost to her career and she is really not going to pass on this chance. And she asked me to follow her." She felt like a punch in her stomach, stopped breathing while and her eyes began wetting again. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, but this is news from yesterday morning even for me. I couldn't gather the courage to stop you in the night, to talk to you. I liked it too much... I like you too much." He felt her sobbing on his chest. She was crying and he couldn't do more than keeping caress her head. In her heart, Martina thought that two hours a day could have never been enough to get the love of this man, to steal him from his girlfriend. She felt sad as never before. When she finally stopped crying Tomas was still caressing her hair. There was nothing sexy in it though, it felt to her like a mechanical movement, something to do when you don't really know what to do, or say. She finally spoke, again more with her heart then with her mind. "You should have said it to me. I'm angry, I feel betrayed. I never asked more than these two hours with you and I never asked you to leave your girlfriend either." He knew she'd not finished yet. "Now I'm sad. I know you are going to follow her... and I'm sad because I'll not see you again, because this thing we have is going to finish, and I'll be probably back to my old self, the one I realized I hate. And so what? I'll tell you what I am going to do." A brief pause, she dried her eyes with the back of her hand then lifted her head to stare in his ones. "I'm going to wait for you. I'm positive my love is not here for nothing, I'm positive my love means something for you too, and I'll keep it safe in a place of my heart from where I'll eventually take it out for you, Tomas. But I'll not wait forever... " Her sobbing was getting heavier; she had to stop, to take her breath. "... as I feel this love for you, someone may come in the future to take me, somebody else may give me his coat in one of those rainy days when I forget my umbrella. This is your chance, and if and how you'll choose to take advantage of it, it's your call." He had never seen her eyes so determined before. "And there is something more you have to know: I'll leave my job soon and I'll not be on this bus anymore." The run came to an end. She stood up to leave, but felt his hand gripping her wrist. "I'm happy I met you, Martina." She turned her head and melancholy smiled. "I'm happy, too. Still." *** The morning after she got on the bus and went to sit beside him as usual. But he wasn't there anymore. *** It was the last day of September; more than a month had passed since that day and the summer had come to an end. It was her last day of work and she was feeling really sad. In the last couple of days, memories of the summer kept coming to her as a continuous flow of feelings. Her last day came to an end earlier than usual. They had a little party in the office: she greeted everyone, cried with the girls she bonded with, got her few things in a bag. Then a colleague took her to the bus station by car, so that she would have not to walk too much carrying those heavy things. There, on the platform, she squinted as the dusk low sun hit her eyes with force. On the speakers, a radio station was airing a familiar song. The one he taught her, the one he used to play with his long slick fingers on the bus, caressing her hips. She closed her eyes, enjoying the lyrics still carved into her heart. Cold tears began dropping on her cheeks. [Yesterday, and days before, Sun is cold and rain is hard, I know, been that way for all my time. ] And then something changed. She felt her eyes relaxing as the sun got covered. She kept them closed - there was nothing wrong with clouds covering the sun in the early autumn... ['Til forever, on it goes Through the circle, fast and slow, I know , It can't stop, I wonder.] ... but when she felt an arm around her waist, a familiar touch, fingers she knew more than well, she quickly opened her crying eyes. Just over her, there was a black umbrella sheltering her eyes from the dusk. "You know, there's nothing wrong in forgetting your umbrella, especially in sunny days. But you may miss your bus if you can't even keep your eyes open." [I want to know, have you ever seen the rain] She turned around. The love she'd secretly kept warm inside her heart blossomed again as she met his eyes, as his arm pulled her waist to him and his lips met her ones in a tender, playful kiss. They had never kissed before and she knew he was the kind of man who would have kissed only the woman he truly loved. [I want to know, have you ever seen the rain] The future was still uncertain, but he had brought it in their hands. There was no cloud in the sky as they took their first step together, under the dusk of an autumn day. [Comin down, on a sunny day] On A Sunny Day - Epilogue Even if you may read it as a standalone story, this is the epilogue of "On a sunny day", published here on literotica: http://www.literotica.com/s/on-a-sunny-day-1 ***** The mirror of her bathroom reflected the image of a young, beautiful, sexy woman. Martina looked at herself with satisfaction: light blue and silver makeup, rimmel to stretch her eyelashes up, pink lipstick and a feminine, intoxicating perfume. Her eyes scrolled down, to her naked neck and her slender figure. A white lace bra wrapped around her breast, her nipples clearly visible and already hard with anticipation, her flat naked stomach she was hoping he'd like so much to wish to kiss and caress it forever, her hips adorned by white garters and her sex, a lace white thong covering the front and just a thin line between her ass cheeks on the back. To complete her sexiness, she wore a pair of white stockings and heels. She felt stunning, and that was indeed what she wanted to do: stun him. She'd gone to the mall the day before with a new friend, a girl she'd met at work - her new job was in the city and finally seemed more appealing to her, giving her more free time to live - and which whom she'd gotten along with really easily. Only two weeks, and they were already like old friends knowing each other since childhood. At the mall, they'd bought something to make that day a really special one. And she really hoped she'd not disappoint him. Martina thought she liked her new self: she liked to feel happy. She watched the mirror again. There was no need to be so nervous: it was not even her first time. "But it is our first." She thought. Her legs trembled a little. She remembered about the last three weeks, since he'd came back, to love her. Again those butterflies in her stomach and those shivers down her spines, she was in awe but they still hadn't gotten any chances to spend some quality time together. She was working in the city now and he was working for a friend while waiting to find a stable employment. As such, they hadn't found time to spend together but just kept on calling each other all day along, even only to hear the other one's voice. That was sweet, but she missed their special bus time and she was sure he did too. The chance had come two days before, with an afternoon call from her parents. They'd be gone out for dinner, and Martina knew her sister would have been out with her boyfriend too. So, she called Tomas, and asked him to pay her a visit home. She sensed he was insecure about it since they had been actually dating for only a few days, but her "Don't worry, we'll be alone!" had cleared all his doubts, and hers too. She bit her lower lip in a sexy glare and incited herself: "Now go, and get him." The blonde sexy girl turned around and opened the door leading to her room. *** There, lying on her bed, was Tomas. He'd waited for more than half an hour but he'd to say he had been more than repaid for it. His girlfriend was the most beautiful living creature he'd ever seen. A blonde short haired angel, with a smile that could have cracked the hardest heart and a body he'd only dreamed of, in his best wet dreams. She was walking towards him slowly, her arms crossed on her chest, her hands on her shoulders. She slid them down a little, caressing her body - a step - down, crossing again siding on her breast - another step - then on her thin hips - a last step to get to her bed. She lifted a leg on the bed, caressed it from her foot upward, sliding her long slick fingers on the nylon of her stockings, upper and upper until a hand met her sex, cladded in that transparent white lace, while the other kept sliding upwards. He was amazed. His girlfriend was dancing in front of him and the only music he could hear was the sound of their heartbeats. She watched her fingers rubbing slightly between her legs, a hand sliding inside her bra and teasing her nipples as her face twisted in a mask of pleasure. She reached her own back with a hand and unleashed her bra; crossed her hands on her shoulders again, then slid them down this time grabbing her straps. Her bra fell on the floor. She kept her hands covering her nipples and fondled her breast for a while before uncovering it for his eyes. Tomas was on the bed, only his boxers covering his massive, now clearly visible erection. Martina moaned, more due to mental pleasure than physical one, and slid her hands down. She stood up again, turned around to show him her perfect ass placed her thumbs on her hips and pulled down, taking her thong straps on the way. It slid down, to her knees. She bent down, her long legs still straight, and lifted a leg to slide the thong out. She was embarrassed, but she was doing her best for him, and his excitement clearly visible had given her courage. He was now staring at her beautiful ass and pussy, perfectly enclosed by her round cheeks, her slick silky legs, stockings and garters. He grabbed his cock from the outside of his boxers, caressed it, but she stood up and turned towards him again. "No, no ,no... Tomas." She reached out with her right arm, showing him her index finger moving left and right. "You're not allowed to do that, even if it feels good... I want you to be all mine today." She got closer to him, spread her legs, and kneeled on the bed over his closed legs. Her pussy lips were now clearly visible to him, and they were shining with wetness. She quickly pulled them down his boxers. His big cock was there again, standing for her in all its majesty. Martina was still amazed by his scent and taste from that time on the bus, but she resisted the urge to go down and suck it. She wanted to play more, today. She shifted her body up and sat on his stomach, then began moving her hips back and forth. Her pussy was rubbing his stomach and she could perfectly feel the tip of his cock grazing her ass cheeks. She slid forth, the inner side of her legs touching the side of his thorax, her sex completely touching his chest, a wet trail of her juicy honey showing the way she just took, wetting his stomach and up. She moaned when, dancing her hips over him, his nipple grazed her lips and her head spun when she lowered her chest to give him her nipple to suck. His mouth was amazing. She could clearly feel his lips sucking on her, trying to get the most of her tit inside his mouth, and his tongue skittering on her hard nipple with experience. She was losing her composure: her legs already trembling and her pussy pouring juices all over him. It took the best of her self-control to get the courage to separate from that pleasure, but she knew more was coming. She grabbed the bed head with her hands, and pulled her hips higher again, this time just over his face. She felt his hands grabbing her ass from behind, fondling it with passion, then pulling her body to him. His tongue was quickly on her, licking her clit, sucking her lips, sliding in and out of her wetness as she pushed her hips harder against him. Again, she could had probably cum in a short time, since she could feel her orgasm growing inside her and waiting to burst, but she caressed his hair, pushed her clit one last time against his lips to carve the feeling on her body and mind, then slid down again on his stomach. She kissed him. Her own taste and smell on his lips, on his unkempt beard and tongue, was driving her nuts: she'd always found her own taste so wonderful and sexy, and feeling it on the man she loves was just... natural. Martina felt the wet tip of his shaft nudging her butt again. She pushed her hips down to tease Tomas's cock, as it slid between her cheeks, his tip rubbing her spread lips until it touched her clit. She pushed her hips over it and began moving back and forth on his hardness, jacking him off with her pussy, wetting him and preparing him for her. His eyes were speaking to her. He was enjoying it, so much, and Martina liked feeling his hips pushing upward to rub between her lips stronger. She placed her finger on his lips, in a tender sign to calm down. He opened his mouth and took her finger in, began licking and sucking it, while fondling her breast and butt with his gentle hands. His touch was so awesome, she slid upward until she felt his tip nudging her wet spread lips, arched her back a little and pushed her hips on his glans until it slid inside her completely. There she stopped. Closed her eyes, enjoyed her head spinning as her inner walls adapted to the unusual presence. It was big, she knew it, and now that she was feeling it inside her she knew she'd had to take it slowly, to savour it at its best. Martina pushed a little more and felt her insides stretching wider. She knew she was dripping on him, but still it wasn't enough; she needed to relax more. She lifted her body and his cock slipped out again. She took a big breath, relaxed her muscles and pushed her body all the way back on him. His juicy cock slid inside her, teasing her walls as it rubbed his way to her cervix. It was like seeing it: her body was creating an image in her mind of his hardness sliding into her, spreading her wide, until it touched her womb. It was like being inside herself, watching. She stopped, when his hardness was completely inside. Breathless, sitting on his hips, she was enjoying something new inside her, for the first time. And it felt actually better than her first time ever. She was a little experienced, but still his sex was so big that he was being stretched as she'd never been. Martina began moving, slowly, little by little. She felt his swollen tip massaging her cervix, his shaft rubbing her internal walls as she raised her pace. Martina lowered on him, their mouth just an inch away, and said: "I love you, Tomas." Then she kissed him with passion, their tongues playing together, biting, licking and sucking. Her hips were moving faster now. She was moving up until his tip was almost completely out, just teasing her wet lips, then pushing her body again on it until it filled her to her end. She was enjoying it so much that it was all so slippery now, as her pussy produced more and more juices. His cock was sliding so well she could only feel pleasure, and no pain at all. She was feeling her orgasm approaching and could clearly see he was desperately trying to restrain himself from cumming. His expression, on the verge of his orgasm, gave her the last push she needed. "I'm almost there Tomas, I'm cumming... " She wheezed somewhat, but she was soon completely taken by her orgasm; trembling as she pushed herself with force on his cock, she wanted to feel it deeper, to squeeze it more with her inner muscles, to tease him more until... And when her orgasm exploded, she barely felt his swollen tip touching her cervix, shooting a first spurt of cum inside her womb, but as his warm cum filled her pussy she got aware of his orgasm too. So exciting... it was all for her, all because of her... she was feeling like the most sexy woman on earth when her orgasm slowly faded away. She laid on his body, resting her head on the side of her pillow. She was feeling exhausted but she had liked it so much. She liked Tomas; she knew she would have never loved anyone so much. And as their bodies laid there together, with their eyes closed and their skins and hearts so close they'd never been before, she finally got her answer: "I love you, too."